Letra de ' Back To The Topic Freestyle ' de J. Cole

Yea, nigga
I'm gon ahead and murder this shit
Voice gone and shit, I think it's gonna make it sound a little I'll, just a little iller
Yup, Fayettenam, nigga
Yea, Carolina blue kicks pedal to the medal
Feeling like a puppet and the devil is Geppetto
Letter to the ghetto-hold ya head high
You can pick apart my raps I ain't told ya
My word a little darker like a fucking tan line
Go and look for a better nigga, girl you can't find
Fine young man with an old man mind, no time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind
Ah no mam, I'm an old land mime
I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time, now I'm on and I'm-
Fayettenams finest, Carolina saviour, marijuana blazer
Only on occasion cause my mind be racing
Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian
Thinking how these rap niggas got to be faking
Whole style obviously copied, pasted-plagiarized swag
May arrived last but when it's all said and done I'm a be ahead of them
Where did I describe? They prescribe a nigga medicine
Where did I be fly-I be higher than the Jet-e-sons
Moving on up, nigga higher than the Jeffersons
All about the Benjamin's, bad chicks send em' in!
Basic hoes toss em out! -can't even get waffle house
Hating niggas chalk em out! -Go and get the coffin out
What chu talking bout?
Little man, my shit here burning you not even a little tan
I'm I'll enough to kill cancer, baby I'm Kemo
Down in Miami, and I'm throwed like Marino
Get a whole lot of you know, and she ball like an eagle.-No, not up top
But down there, she said she want to hop on top girl I don't care
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You better get yours before I reach mines cause then I'm throwing peace signs
If you a freak I can take you to ya peak, girl I do it to the maxima-Nissan
And I hope you a believer
I'm quarterbacking trynna get cha open like receivers
Far from an overnight achievers, Cole is like the leader of the new niggas!
To tell the truth, I'm only fucking with a few niggas, if that!
The rest of ya'll niggas get lap
I sit back, and reflect on the rap game I came from out of no where
Nigga, I swear those lames ain't know how to prepare
Got niggas shouting out "The Ville-I got to go there! "
Boy, don't you know you get shot over there?
I say my prayers cause this life ain't fair,
A bunch of backstabbing niggas hope the knife ain't there
A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain't there
Yea late at night, when I got the phone call and made here right
When my crib was strait ahead, shorty gave me head, hit then I quit it before she even made the bed
Damn I'm no good
But damn it's so good
I'm picturing that body like a camera phone would
Something like Rihanna while I'm up in that vagina
Type of chick that only dress in something that designer
I could give a fuck long as there something that's behind her
Got the type of bump that make a dog want to hump her
Back to the topic-actually forgot it
Hoes, money, I'm the shit... oh yea I'm reminded
The way I put the words together cleverly align them
These other rap niggas shouldn't never be a problem
And I'm ghost!
Nigga, yea, let me hear that!